With a soft click, Amelia took off her helmet and noticed the cameras overhead. She raised an eyebrow.
Elijah hadn’t mentioned that there was a filming crew nearby.
He was still excited on the other side of the wall.
Amelia, considering whether to ask the staff for more information, noticed the camera’s focus.
In the shot, the director and the viewers could see the girl with long legs leaning on her motorcycle, one hand on the handlebar, the other typing a message.
It seemed she hadn’t received a reply.
Her slender, graceful fingers tapped the handlebar in slow rhythm, and her cool demeanor was simply mesmerizing.
The camera panned over, and it was impossible to look away.
Her face was flawless, ethereal yet not overly seductive, with deep eyes and a beauty mark just below her eye.
